Drawing of the Human Energy Field After Walter John Kilner

Sun in ultraviolet

Walter John Kilner, MD, using a violet filter, viewed patients, back-lit by daylight passing through a window screen, to view the human energy field and to diagnosis illness. His work suggests that the human energy field is most visible to violet and ultra violet radiation passing through the field, which disturbs the direct rays/waves of light to the point that the disturbance is visible to the naked eye, when other wave lengths of light are filtered out.

Political Observations IN This Blog Are Ending

This is the last week of this blog. Much of the content over the past year has been political in nature, for as a healer, I have begun to see how the wrong political conditions contribute to illness. I had the sense that speaking truth, as I saw it, about difficult issues, might make a difference in the world. I have concluded that it can't. The misguided forces that are driving the world forward are much too great for a blog by an old man to deflect toward doing the right thing. There just can be no good in governance by people, who under law, are felons. We as a country have lost our integrity. We as a country have lost our honor. And in that loss we have become criminals in not taking up difficult issues. The ability to rule is lost in the corruption. The ability to solve problems is lost in the corruption. The ability to do the simple right thing is lost in the corruption. When I was young, I was impressed by the Plebe Handbook, a little volume I got while visiting West Point. The words it held were something about choosing the more difficult right rather than the easier wrong. The words were something about honor. The words were something about speaking truth and having integrity. I am glad that I tried to remind misguided people that there is something wrong in following that tempting misguided path of compromised integrity. I am glad to have seen power of the misguided in moments of my analysis. I am glad to have come up with some sense of who is running the world and how. It is my belief that the efforts toward socialism for corporate losses and privatization of corporate profits will bring all to a bad end. It is my belief that much misguided results comes from covert action and intention. Rule by the covert is ultimately more destructive than atomic warfare. Thousands have been hurt and corrupted by governance by covert action. This process harms all concerned, those governed by these actions and those driven to practice covert rule. The loss of integrity makes a person blind to reality and being blind to reality is an impossible place from which to rule. I have made my contribution toward getting things right. Now is the time for me to attend to small and interesting projects. The human energy field needs to be imaged and a science of energetic interactions needs to be documented and studied. In one week's time I will hit the delete post button on all political comments. Moving forward.

World's Best Apple Cider: Terry Bradshaw: Lost Meadow Cider Mill

Terry Bradshaw makes the most incredibly wonderful apple cider. A glass of his cider, sipped yesterday, was so far beyond anything that I have ever experienced that language fails me in creating a description. His blends leave anything else calling itself cider akin to mouth wash. If in Montpelier, Vermont in the fall on the weekends his cidery is a destination and offers an experience of a lifetime. http://www.lostmeadowvt.com/

There are Moose on the Vermont property I wish to own

There are moose tracks down by the brook that edges the Vermont property I wish to own! Ancient grace in the strong...

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Under the apple boughs...

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Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.
And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.
All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.
And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.
And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace,
Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

FERN HILL by Dylan Thomas

The Best of Montpelier VT

When visiting Montpelier Vermont visit the Artisans Hand for superb craft products and a business in which the Board recently took pay cuts to maintain the wages of staff. What a concept! If all of business in the US had taken this position there would be no problem that the country couldn't face and overcome. http://www.artisanshand.com/

And visit the Langdon Street Cafe for coffee, local beer, wine and baked goods as well as the greatest music for the young and young at heart. http://www.langdonstreetcafe.com/

Bread and Puppet

An unbelievably wonderful theatrical experience is to be found in Glover Vermont at performances of Bread and Puppet.

http://www.breadandpuppet.org/

See them, enjoy them and share them freely.